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i don`t wanne make it rain over you`re face no moore.
i don`t wanne cry over it no moore.
just let it be.
let me be.
why can`t you see?
open you`re eays and let it go away.
it ust to be so beautiful,like the stars in the sky.
i could see it in you`re eay.
i once did say it right,so did you.
once i sad. i wane ride whit you
i wanne fly whit you.
wanne cry whit you and die whit you.
no i wanne make it go way like the other day!
"tell you,tell you to get a fuck out of my mind.
iàm not hurt no moore.
i don`t wanne make it rain over you`re face no moore.
i don`t wanne cry over it no moore.
just let it be.
let me be."
Iàm so free.
free like the bird`s in the sky.
just spreth my wings and fly away to an other day.
The other side of me,Iàm turning it to be.
"tell you,tell you to get a fuck out off my mind.
tell you,tell you that you make me sick."
that everytime i hear someone say you`re name i pjuke!
keep lie.
keep cry..
i just wanne se you die!
"iàm not hurt no moore.
i don`t wanne make it rain over you`re face no moore.
i don`t wanne cry over it no moore.
just let it be.
let me be.
why can`t you see?"
Poetry by ck
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Written on 2009-02-03 at 03:09
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Hurt no moore
Iàm not hurt no moore.i don`t wanne make it rain over you`re face no moore.
i don`t wanne cry over it no moore.
just let it be.
let me be.
why can`t you see?
open you`re eays and let it go away.
it ust to be so beautiful,like the stars in the sky.
i could see it in you`re eay.
i once did say it right,so did you.
once i sad. i wane ride whit you
i wanne fly whit you.
wanne cry whit you and die whit you.
no i wanne make it go way like the other day!
"tell you,tell you to get a fuck out of my mind.
iàm not hurt no moore.
i don`t wanne make it rain over you`re face no moore.
i don`t wanne cry over it no moore.
just let it be.
let me be."
Iàm so free.
free like the bird`s in the sky.
just spreth my wings and fly away to an other day.
The other side of me,Iàm turning it to be.
"tell you,tell you to get a fuck out off my mind.
tell you,tell you that you make me sick."
that everytime i hear someone say you`re name i pjuke!
keep lie.
keep cry..
i just wanne se you die!
"iàm not hurt no moore.
i don`t wanne make it rain over you`re face no moore.
i don`t wanne cry over it no moore.
just let it be.
let me be.
why can`t you see?"
Poetry by ck
Read 590 times
Written on 2009-02-03 at 03:09
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